What God Showed Me About Himself

This morning as I took the early morning walk into work my eyes wandered up into the bluish, gray sky. A smattering of clouds completely covered the expanse of the atmosphere, and they resembled small tongues of puffy vapor tickling the air all around. I stood amazed at such a simple sight, its mundane beauty didn’t elude me. I whispered gratitude under my breath at such a lovely welcome at the start of my day, and suddenly I found myself choking back tears as I entered the workplace. At that moment of recognition for simple, everyday signs of God’s majestic love, I felt the presence of God all around me, within me, and so close it was as if I could have touched it. Then the moment passed.

I was reminded, at that moment, how a God so big as to finger paint the sky in a manner that would make Monet envious could still somehow touch my spirit so sufficiently, allowing me to know that I was especially loved. I recalled a vision He had recently given to me.

In my vision I stood in a large room with a ceiling I could not see. In fact, the only thing I could picture was the massive, maroon cloth that flowed all around me. It was as if it fell from the sky in swirls, all around me the heavy cloth floated and twirled in its descension. I instinctively knew it was a robe.

It was the royal robe of my King, my God, and I peered up as His robes swirled, twisted, and came to rest on the ground. As I looked upwards the distance between us grew. It was as if my act of looking up towards His face (which I never quite saw), created the realization of just how big my God truly was. And at that exact moment I also realized just how small I was.

I surveyed the expanse between this enormous God of mine, and contrasted His immensity with the tiny, insignificant form of myself. My mind immediately went to the story of Gulliver’s Travels. It was like I was from the island of Lilliput, and He was my giant.

It was honestly overwhelming, and almost disheartening, but before I could lament much further on how far away He was I was almost knocked down by the fast, unexpected swirling of those regal robes all around my feet. They began to move, like a fire hose suddenly coming to life, and while I held my balance despite the shift in my surroundings I realized it was His turning body that caused the robes to move.

He turned, the robes moved with Him, and as He whirled around to face me He also crouched. It was that gesture you often see when a parent turns and bends to attend to the small child at their feet. And somehow as He knelt towards me, coming down to my level, He no longer towered over me in an intimidating way. Magically as He turned to meet me face to face, we were almost the same. Size wise, anyway.

Father & child

It wasn’t that He was no longer mighty, majestic, or massive. He still was! Yet He was approachable, not frightening, and definitely loving. It was at this moment I felt Him speak.

I will always meet you where you are because I love you.

At that moment I was overcome by the love of my Heavenly Father. He was giant! He was mighty and worthy of praise! Yet instead of not seeing a little ole me, He turned in love, met me face to face, and held me in His embrace.

That’s how I see the love of the Father. And each moment when I see His handiwork painted across the sky, feel His touch in a cool breeze, or hear His joy in the laugh of a child, I am reminded that He meets me right where I am every day in so many different ways.

Comments

Beautifully written. I love your adjective use. You could rival Karen Kingsbury, Lori Wick, etc. As far as content…wonderful. Several of the most important people in my life (not to mention myself) are going through some very tough times, and I am feeling so helpless. This is a perfect reminder that God is bigger than all of it, and the most helpful thing I can do is give it to Him. I would be so grateful if you and your readers would pray for us. Thank you for allowing God to use you for His purpose.

Meet Brie

Brie is a thirty-something (sliding ever closer to forty-something) wife and mother. When she's not loving on her hubby, bouncing a happy toddler on her hip, chasing her preschooler, or teaching her six year old at the kitchen table, she enjoys cooking, reading, and writing down her thoughts to share with others. But honestly she loves nothing more than watching a great movie, or a hot bath, alone if the children allow. Which never happens.Read More…

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